He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

However, Fu Lu showed no intention of letting go. Instead, a bright smile spread across his face. Taking advantage of Song Zhi's unpreparedness, he quickly and gently kissed her rosy cheek and said softly, "Zhi Zhi, I'm so happy today!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's lips involuntarily curled up slightly, because she could truly feel the joy in Fu Lu's heart at this moment.

Seeing Fu Lu so happy made her feel cheerful as well.

She chuckled and replied, "Me too!"

Then, as if she had just thought of something, Song Zhi couldn't help but ask with a curious look, "Ninth Brother, why did your father suddenly agree to us being together?"

As Fu Lu smiled and hugged the person in his arms, he slowly walked towards the balcony, gently explaining, "Of course he will like the person I like too."

As they spoke, they had already reached the balcony.

Standing here, you can take in all the flowers in the yard, a truly breathtaking sight.

Fu Lu stopped, raised his eyebrows, and then stared straight at Song Zhi with his deep and burning eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her whole being in his heart.

Song Zhi blushed and her heart raced under his intense gaze. A wave of shyness washed over her, and she involuntarily turned her head away, looking down at the courtyard below, trying to ease her embarrassment and nervousness.

When her gaze fell upon the old man and Weimin, who were leisurely enjoying themselves in the old courtyard, she was suddenly startled and lost her composure.

In a panic, she hurriedly broke free from Fu Lu's arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist and cried out urgently, "Put me down!"

Fu Lu seemed to be still in shock from the sudden turn of events. He loosened his grip, and Song Zhi, like a startled deer, quickly turned and ran towards the room, disappearing through the doorway in the blink of an eye.

Watching Song Zhi's hurried departure, Fu Lu was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion.

He opened his mouth, about to ask a question, but just then, Wei Min's teasing voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Ninth Brother, come down quickly, let's have a good chat!"

When Fu Lu saw the old man and Wei Min, he finally understood.

A slight, helpless smile appeared on his lips as he softly replied, "Coming right away." With that, he strode slowly toward the bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, Fu Lu immediately spotted Song Zhi sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her cheeks were flushed, like ripe apples, and her beautiful eyes glanced away shyly, not daring to meet his gaze.

Seeing this, Fu Lu slowly walked to Song Zhi's side and gently called out, "Baby."

Hearing the sound, Song Zhi turned around, glared at him fiercely, and said in a coquettish tone, "What?"

Fu Lu walked over with a smile, gently reached out and pinched her rosy cheek. His tone was full of endless doting affection: "Be a good girl and wait for me in the room for a while. I'll go downstairs and bring you some small cakes."

When Song Zhi heard the words "small cake," her big, bright eyes lit up instantly. She nodded excitedly and urged impatiently, "Okay, okay, go ahead!"

After Fu Lu turned and left, Song Zhi's restless heart gradually calmed down.

She began to look around Fu Lu's room with great interest.

She slowly walked to the bookshelf, her gaze drawn to the neatly arranged books and gleaming trophies.

Those books covered a wide range of fields, from literary classics to scientific theories.

Those trophies bear witness to the glorious achievements Fu Lu once made.

However, what finally made Song Zhi stop and focus her attention completely was a photo album placed next to the trophy.

The photo album looked a bit old, and Song Zhiqing couldn't help but reach out and carefully pick it up.

When she gently turned to the first page of the photo album, she was completely stunned.

What came into view was myself diligently doing my homework.

Then, she quickly flipped to the second page, the third page... The further she read, the stronger her surprise became.

Because every photo in this album features her, some showing her adorable blank stare, others showing her peaceful and sweet sleeping face, and even a joyful and harmonious scene of her making dumplings with her maternal grandmother, Fu Lu.

Song Zhi stared wide-eyed at the photo album in her hands in disbelief, a question flashing through her mind: When were these photos taken? Why did she know nothing about them?

Could it be that Fu Lu has been silently observing every little detail of his life all along?

Thinking of this, Song Zhi felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

Suddenly, the phone rang with a crisp ringtone.

Song Zhi subconsciously reached into her pocket and quickly pulled out her phone.

She glanced down at the screen and saw that the caller ID was Wei Yinuo.

She pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Yinuo, have you met up with your friend yet?"

Song Zhi's voice was gentle and kind.

At this moment, Wei Yinuo was lazily leaning against the soft sofa, casually grabbing a strawberry with one hand and putting it in her mouth, while propping her head up with the other hand, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the kitchen.

Hearing Song Zhi's question, she sat up slightly and answered indistinctly, "Um... I just got to his house."

Song Zhi on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised and raised her voice to ask, "Huh? Didn't you say we were going shopping together today? Why did you go to someone else's house?"

Hearing this, Wei Yinuo felt a little guilty. She cleared her throat and explained calmly, "Oh dear, we changed our plans at the last minute. We're here for dinner at his house."

However, before she could finish speaking, Zhou Yan's voice came from the kitchen: "Yinuo, come and help me!"

Wei Yinuo almost reflexively reached out to cover the phone, but everything happened too fast, and it was too late to stop the sound from spreading.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi was slightly taken aback.

This voice is so familiar.

I've heard that somewhere before.

Song Zhi couldn't help but ask, "Yinuo, who was that who just spoke?"

Wei Yinuo tried to remain calm, cleared her throat and said, "Oh, it's just... just one of my classmates. Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now, bye!"

Before she could finish speaking, and without even giving Song Zhi a chance to respond, she quickly pressed the hang-up button.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Song Zhi put down her phone with a sense of helplessness.

The voice from earlier kept lingering in her mind, refusing to leave.

The more she thought about it, the more familiar it seemed; she must have heard it before.

Who is Wei Yinuo actually with?